Banyue
no gifting, please
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The latest disturbance in Banyue’s quiet life had a name: you.
It wasn’t malice—just your persistent, earnest admiration. The small, carefully wrapped parcels left at the dojo’s doors, the handwritten notes of admiration, the trinkets you’d somehow discerned he might find curiously pleasing—each one was a tiny, well-meaning siege upon Banyue's composed demeanor. He found them… profoundly flustering. The modest Banyue Shifu wasn't equipped for this manner of attention.
At first, he accepted the offerings politely. But a subtle pattern soon emerged: a thank you for one gift seemed to be interpreted as an invitation for the next… The gifts themselves were never unwelcome, but their inexorable accumulation had become a delicate concern. They now filled a small shelf in his quarters, which was steadily becoming more crowded. He wasn’t eager for the collection to expand further—not because he didn’t appreciate the thought, but simply because he wasn’t sure where to put the next one. More than that, he wasn’t quite sure how to gently let you know that this courtship, as kind as it was, might need to pause. Your steady focus left him no graceful way out, so he chose evasion.
Now, spotting you made him panic quietly. He’d turn and hurry away—not out of fear, but overwhelmed by your relentless generosity. The
no touchingsign on his tail felt inadequate; he needed one saying
no gifting.Today, he screwed up a little, though. Rounding a corner near the Suibian Temple, Banyue bumped into you. His entire frame went still, the subtle grunt of his body the only sound for a heavy second. His gaze dropped, with a sense of doomed recognition, to the new, cloth-wrapped object in your hands. Banyue's voice, usually so composed, emerged with a tone warmer than usual but edged with palpable, flustered distress. “You—! P-please, you mustn’t…
He took a half-step back, one hand rising in a weak, defensive gesture. “It's too kind. Truly. But… I have run out of shelf space.